The gluttonous little boy is four and a half years old, and even the wealthy family kneels down and

The talisman in Li Dou's hand was flung out almost instantly.

It wasn't that he reacted quickly; it was that his body acted before his brain.

The talisman exploded in white light the moment it touched the mirror, and a shrill scream came from inside the mirror, as sharp as a fingernail scraping glass, echoing for several seconds in the empty corridor.

Li Dou's back slammed against the opposite wall. His left hand had already revealed the Bagua mirror, its surface facing the bronze mirror. His right hand then pulled out two talismans. His fingers were still trembling, but his movements were very swift. Snap, snap, snap, the three talismans were crossed and pasted onto the mirror surface, completely covering his pale face.

The screams abruptly stopped.

He leaned against the wall, panting heavily, staring at the bronze mirror that was tightly wrapped in talisman paper, with only one thought in his mind: He had caught it!

He bent down, carefully took the mirror off the wall, hugged it to his chest, and turned to run forward.

He was going to find Kong Zheng and Xiao Jin.

Li Dou stumbled in and saw Kong Zheng and Xiao Jin standing in the room as soon as he entered. The two of them turned around and looked at him at the same time.

Li Dou, panting heavily, held up the mirror in his arms: "I...I caught it! There's a ghost here! I've sealed it inside the mirror!"

Kong Zheng and Xiao Jin were both stunned for a moment.

Xiao Jin looked puzzled and pointed to the Five Emperors Coin Sword on the beam: "That wicked ghost husband is up there. We just destroyed him. What did you catch?"

Kong Zheng stepped forward and took the mirror, which was tightly wrapped in talisman paper, from Li Dou's hand.

Judging from the carving and material of the frame, it looks like a bronze mirror used by ancient nobles. The mirror surface is sealed with talisman paper, but a very faint, frightened voice can be heard coming from inside.

Xiao Jin tiptoed closer, took a deep breath in front of the mirror, suddenly widened her eyes, grabbed the mirror with her little hands, and almost pressed her face against the mirror:

"It's Sister Lin Yu! She's inside!"

Li Dou was stunned: "What? Lin Yu's soul is in the mirror?"

"Xiao Jin smells it!" Xiao Jin hugged the mirror tightly, nodding vigorously. "It's my sister's scent!"

She paused suddenly, leaned close to the edge of the mirror frame, took a deep sniff, and then carefully explored the back of the mirror with her small hands.

Her fingers stopped when they touched the uneven inscriptions on the back of the bronze mirror. The inscriptions were engraved, with extremely fine and deep engravings, like spiraling incantations spreading outwards from the mirror knob.

She traced the engraved lines stroke by stroke, her fingertips pausing slightly at each turn, as if trying to discern the flow of the characters.

After touching the entire mirror, she looked up at Kong Zheng and said, "Ah, the patterns on this mirror aren't decorative; they're incantations that can trap souls."

Kong Zheng took the mirror, turned it over, and examined it carefully for a moment. His expression turned slightly serious: "It is indeed not an ordinary inscription."

"I've never seen this kind of engraving before. It must be a privately engraved incantation, not a talisman from orthodox Taoism."

Li Dou said anxiously, "Will smashing the mirror work? The soul is trapped inside; we can't just wait here like this."

Kong Zheng had already taken out his phone and swiped the screen without looking up: "I'll ask my master if he knows how to break this mirror curse..."

Before he could finish speaking, a crisp sound came from the side.

Xiao Jin had already stretched out her fist and slammed it hard on the mirror. With a bang, the mirror shattered into pieces.

Kong Zheng paused, then hesitantly looked up at Xiao Jin.

"That will break the air clinging to the mirror, and then my sister can come out," Xiao Jin said, blowing on her little fist.

gas?

A look of astonishment flashed across Kong Zheng's eyes. Before he could react, he heard Li Dou say:

"It's out! It's out!"

Then wisps of white smoke drifted out from the shattered mirror.

"Ah!" Xiao Jin exclaimed, put down the mirror in her hand, and then stretched out her two short arms, grabbing at the air with her left and right arms.

Li Dou panicked, "I didn't bring anything to collect souls..."

Before he could finish speaking, Kong Zheng flicked his wrist, produced a piece of yellow Bagua cloth, made hand seals, and chanted:

"Qian Yuan enjoys true benefits, Tai Chi follows the finger's movement, the three souls return, the seven spirits are spiritual, collect the three souls and seven spirits and return to the wooden body."

After he finished speaking, wisps of white smoke drifted into the Bagua cloth brought by Kong Zheng.

Li Dou couldn't help but praise, "Truly worthy of being Master Kong's disciple, your technique is truly swift and skillful."

Kong Zheng carefully put away the cloth, then looked at Xiao Jin again, this time with a clear scrutinizing gaze.

He and Li Dou had both used magic to open their eyes when they came in, but this child in front of them just rushed straight in.

Adding to the breath she had just exhaled, Kong Zheng hesitated and said:

"Were you born with the ability to see ghosts?"

Xiao Jin blinked, looking puzzled. "The ability to see ghosts?"

"What kind of eye is that?"

Kong Zheng looked at Xiao Jin's small, palm-sized face and put it another way, "It means you were born able to see ghosts, and the 'qi' you just mentioned."

"Yes," Xiao Jin said, looking at Kong Zheng and Li Dou in surprise, "Can't you see?"

They were just fighting with ghosts.

Li Dou's expression was complex, a mixture of shock and envy. After several seconds, he finally spoke, "We all used some magical artifacts to open our eyes."

Xiao Jin gasped, raised her hand to cover her mouth, and stared wide-eyed.

This was the first time she had heard about it.

She thought that as long as she learned these things, she would be able to see them.

Her master never told her that others couldn't see it.

Kong Zheng stared at the little girl with her hair in a bun in front of him and remained silent for a long while.

He had been cultivating under his master since childhood and had seen quite a few geniuses, but it was really rare to see someone like Xiao Jin who was born with a connection to Yin and Yang and could see the aura of Yin spirits without the aid of any magical artifacts.

He spoke softly, marveling, "No need for magical artifacts, no need for talismans, one is born with the ability to see yin and yang and discern evil energy."

"This is not something cultivated later in life; it is an innate Daoist talent."

Li Dou stood to the side, holding the bronze mirror that was tightly wrapped in talisman paper, his expression complex.

He recalled how he had spent three months in seclusion in the mountains with his master to open his third eye before finally succeeding.

And this little girl can be seen from birth.

Talent is a cruel thing.

Xiao Jin removed her hand from her mouth, blinked, turned to look at Kong Zheng, then at Li Dou, and thoughtfully said "Oh," before smiling with her eyes crinkling.

"It's okay, you've seen it now."

Kong Zheng's lips twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything more.

He crouched down, preparing to pick up the broken bronze mirror from the ground, carefully wrap it up, and take it back to his master for research. But Xiao Jin beat him to it, gathering the broken bronze mirror into several pieces in her arms with her two small hands, and looked up at the sky, saying, "Xiao Jin wants to take this mirror with her."

Kong Zheng's brow twitched slightly: "This mirror can trap a person's soul; it's no ordinary object. I want to take it back to my master to see; perhaps he can find out its origin."

"No, that won't work." Xiao Jin shook her head, looked down at the pile of fragments in her arms, then looked up at Kong Zheng. "Xiao Jin has a dressing box that came out of the same tomb as this mirror."

"They're a set. Xiaojin wants to take them back and put them with her dressing case to keep as a keepsake."

Hearing "came out of the same tomb together," Li Dou felt another chill run down his spine. He looked down at the mirror tightly wrapped in talisman paper in his arms and asked with difficulty, "This thing... is it a burial item?"

"Yes." Xiao Jin nodded matter-of-factly, carefully gathering the fragments of the bronze mirror in her arms. "It must have been taken from some ancient tomb, and somehow ended up in the hands of that wicked ghost husband."

"He imprisoned Lin Yu's soul inside, wanting her to never be able to get out."

Kong Zheng remained silent for a moment, then did not insist any further.

He took out his phone, snapped a few photos of the bronze mirror fragments in Xiao Jin's arms, then took a closer look at the spiral curse on the back of the mirror before putting the phone back in his pocket: "I'll take the photos back to show my master."

Xiao Jin nodded: "Okay, Master said we should study good things together."

The three of them came out of the old house, and the sun had already moved to the middle of the sky in the west.

The driver had been waiting at the alley entrance, and when he saw the three of them come out, he quickly started the car.

When they returned to the Lin family home, Lin's father was pacing anxiously back and forth on the first floor. When he saw Kong Zheng and Xiao Jin coming upstairs one after the other, he immediately came up to them, his lips moving as if he wanted to ask but dared not.

Kong Zheng only said two words: "It's done."

Lin's father leaned against the wall as if all support had been removed, closed his eyes and let out a long breath, then quickly led the way, taking the three of them back to Lin Yu's room.

Kong Zheng walked to the bedside, took out the Bagua cloth that contained the soul, and with one hand he made a hand seal, slowly guiding the wisps of white smoke from the cloth toward Lin Yu's brow.

The moment the white smoke touched the skin, it seemed to be sucked into the body.

Lin Yu's fingers twitched slightly, then twitched again, and then her deep-set eyes slowly opened a crack.

Her gaze was unfocused and blank, as if she had just struggled out of a long and dark dream.

Lin's father rushed to the bedside, grasped his daughter's hand, which was so thin it was just skin and bones, and called her name with trembling lips.

Lin Yu's eyes darted around, her lips moved, and she uttered a very faint, hoarse sound: "...Dad?"

Kong Zheng stood at the foot of the bed, his tone steady but tinged with seriousness: "Although Miss Lin has woken up, her soul has been separated from her body for too long, and her yang energy is severely depleted. Although her three souls and seven spirits have returned to their places, they are not yet fully stable. She cannot be subjected to any stimulation now."

Meanwhile, Xiao Jin had already rummaged through her little schoolbag and found yellow talisman paper and cinnabar.

She laid the talisman paper on the bedside table, picked up a brush, dipped it in cinnabar, and tiptoed to draw a calming and soul-stabilizing talisman on the paper.

Then she climbed onto the bed, knelt beside Lin Yu, and gently placed the talisman on Lin Yu's forehead.

The moment the talisman was affixed, Lin Yu's body trembled slightly.

Immediately afterwards, a very subtle warmth emanated from the talisman, like an invisible layer of warm water slowly enveloping her entire body.

Xiao Jin extended three fingers and gently tapped Lin Yu's left shoulder, right shoulder, and top of her head in turn.

This is the location of the three Yang Fires.

A faint warmth lingered where my fingertips had touched.

Lin Yu's complexion visibly improved slightly.

From that ashen, waxy yellow, a faint hint of blood gradually emerged.

Her breathing became steady and long, no longer the shallow, almost imperceptible panting she had before.

She suddenly took a soft breath and said in a weak voice, "...It's so warm."